You've got to keep control.*
Sep. 21st, 2008 09:29 pmThis whole weekend's been a bit of a trial, today especially. We're back to the whole avoiding stage of coping, intermixed with some wibble. I was going to work today, but I decided not to wake up at 7:30 am. Then I had a leasurely breakfast for once.
Watched Watching the Detecties (Cillian Murphy, Lucy Liu), which was alright. (I find Cillian too pretty to actually be sexy. Those cheekbones! Those, what, "bee-sting" lips? There are, of course, exceptions to the non-lusting of Cillian. There's 28 Days Later's shirtless and wet guh and Breakfast on Pluto's much too pretty as a girl mnah....)
The rest of the day's been spent doing utter shite, really. I've filled out the claims form for the insurance, advanced somewhat on Favour I'm Doing for Brother, and traded in summer clothes for winter (most of them, at least). Which means that, weather permitting, I'm going to be wearing my new knee-high eggplant socks with my brown skirt and I'm going to feel pretty, damn it. The whole suitcase mess really made me angry and frustrated and sad, because suitcases and I just do not have a good working relationship.
I've also been missing a lot. Missing people, places, things. Missing out. Friday morning, I spent some bored minutes in lecture making a list of all the things I missed from Montreal/Toronto. (Other minutes were spent drawing chibi!Batman folk. A clean version, I will make. Colour it, I will. Post result, will do. *pinky-swears*) The list-making continued this weekend. Thinking like this isn't good for the smiley-face.
( Rambley, wibbley list of absences )
I went to Wulan's graduation "Yays!" thingy at the bar, and while I was thrilled for her, I got pretty down thinking Wibble!Thoughts. Like, "I wouldn't be able to gather this many friends in one place" and "I never had a post-graduation celebration". ( More on that below the cut. )
Now I'm going to watch TDK. That's right. Because I can.
ETA: Or Disco Pigs. I seem to be on a Cillian roll. Also? House 5x01 made me frickin' cry like a fountain on low pressure. Argh.
ETA2: I also miss reading Montreal's free newspaper Hour every Thursday. I can, and have, read it on the internet, but it's not the same. I so looked forward to a new edition each week :(
Links of the Day:
FOAM - Photography Museum of Amsterdam
Top 5 Scenes That Made Me Obsessed With Cillian Murphy
J.B.Walker's ihatemornings.com songs: 50 Songs, 90 Days Challenge, Turn It Off And Turn It On Again (Ballad Of The I.T. Guy), The Twitter Song
Ben Folds: You Don't Know Me
Cracked: The Insane True Story Behind the Birth of the Internet
Short Film: Laid Off - If you thought life was bollocks, wait till you get a load of death. We follow the recently deceased Martin (1966-2003) as he comes to this conclusion in Zam Salim's thoughtful but stimulating black comedy.
by_starkiller's TDK Fanfic: The Villain Lives In This One (Batman/Joker)
pdlf, the fic-only version of
capn_mactastic
God Awful Fanfiction: Read them and weep - An archive of woe
* "Turn It Off And Turn It On Again (Ballad Of The I.T. Guy)", Ben Walker
** Yeah, dad's work gets us into these types of circles, not that that does us any good. Still, I remember Kit's face when I told her mom was friends with the wife of an Habsburg. Ah, squee...
Watched Watching the Detecties (Cillian Murphy, Lucy Liu), which was alright. (I find Cillian too pretty to actually be sexy. Those cheekbones! Those, what, "bee-sting" lips? There are, of course, exceptions to the non-lusting of Cillian. There's 28 Days Later's shirtless and wet guh and Breakfast on Pluto's much too pretty as a girl mnah....)
The rest of the day's been spent doing utter shite, really. I've filled out the claims form for the insurance, advanced somewhat on Favour I'm Doing for Brother, and traded in summer clothes for winter (most of them, at least). Which means that, weather permitting, I'm going to be wearing my new knee-high eggplant socks with my brown skirt and I'm going to feel pretty, damn it. The whole suitcase mess really made me angry and frustrated and sad, because suitcases and I just do not have a good working relationship.
I've also been missing a lot. Missing people, places, things. Missing out. Friday morning, I spent some bored minutes in lecture making a list of all the things I missed from Montreal/Toronto. (Other minutes were spent drawing chibi!Batman folk. A clean version, I will make. Colour it, I will. Post result, will do. *pinky-swears*) The list-making continued this weekend. Thinking like this isn't good for the smiley-face.
( Rambley, wibbley list of absences )
I went to Wulan's graduation "Yays!" thingy at the bar, and while I was thrilled for her, I got pretty down thinking Wibble!Thoughts. Like, "I wouldn't be able to gather this many friends in one place" and "I never had a post-graduation celebration". ( More on that below the cut. )
Now I'm going to watch TDK. That's right. Because I can.
ETA: Or Disco Pigs. I seem to be on a Cillian roll. Also? House 5x01 made me frickin' cry like a fountain on low pressure. Argh.
ETA2: I also miss reading Montreal's free newspaper Hour every Thursday. I can, and have, read it on the internet, but it's not the same. I so looked forward to a new edition each week :(
Links of the Day:
FOAM - Photography Museum of Amsterdam
Top 5 Scenes That Made Me Obsessed With Cillian Murphy
J.B.Walker's ihatemornings.com songs: 50 Songs, 90 Days Challenge, Turn It Off And Turn It On Again (Ballad Of The I.T. Guy), The Twitter Song
Ben Folds: You Don't Know Me
Cracked: The Insane True Story Behind the Birth of the Internet
Short Film: Laid Off - If you thought life was bollocks, wait till you get a load of death. We follow the recently deceased Martin (1966-2003) as he comes to this conclusion in Zam Salim's thoughtful but stimulating black comedy.
God Awful Fanfiction: Read them and weep - An archive of woe
* "Turn It Off And Turn It On Again (Ballad Of The I.T. Guy)", Ben Walker
** Yeah, dad's work gets us into these types of circles, not that that does us any good. Still, I remember Kit's face when I told her mom was friends with the wife of an Habsburg. Ah, squee...